In the aftermath of the devastating earthquake in Myanmar, the remains of a preschool in Kyaukse reveal a heartbreaking scene. About 15 children’s backpacks, in pink, blue, and orange colors, are torn apart, with books spilling out. Spiderman toys and alphabet letters are scattered among broken furniture and garden slides. This tragedy has claimed the lives of at least 12 children and a teacher, with locals believing the actual number of casualties to be much higher. The grief-stricken residents and parents describe a community coming together in rescue efforts, but now the site lies quiet, with grief visible on every face.
In the capital, Nay Pyi Taw, a residential building collapsed, leaving a haunting scene of blood and debris. As we witness the aftermath, questions arise about the lack of rescue efforts and the fate of those trapped under the rubble. Nearby, the largest hospital struggles to care for the injured, with makeshift tents providing some relief from the sweltering heat. The scene is chaotic, with injured individuals and frustrated officials trying to cope with the overwhelming crisis.
Our journey to the earthquake zone is fraught with challenges, from broken bridges to car troubles in the scorching heat. As we finally reach Mandalay, the extent of the devastation becomes clearer, and the urgent need for humanitarian aid and support is undeniable.
Estamos en completa oscuridad, sin luces de la calle y casas sin luz ni agua corriente. Estamos ansiosos sobre lo que encontraremos aquí cuando la mañana llegue.